“Who wouldn’t be for you?” The train began to move. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat.
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